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Ashlee A Burnett
Educator, Organiser, Researcher
Poems
By: Ashlee A Burnett
The breaking of a body is the start of a closing prayer,
It is the years of bible school put into practice under olive-oiled hands
that broke a body before,
Revelry is the calm before the storm,
Dancing bodies in colour and waistlines oiled from
4 o’clock J’ouvert air.
Hail Madonna,
Full of worry and vibrating hands,
I am not with you,
In the stillness of night,
Water becomes a war zone,
The only form of defense is abuelita’s gritted thumb
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